#rubyred

[avochele]

The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

headquarter.

chapter 1.

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection to a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

note. Blame my impatience for the irregular updates. sorry.

Red. Everything is red. I don’t like red. Haven’t liked it for 6 years.

I’m sure I did like it at some point. I can’t remember. I should like red. Red is my business in a way. It’s my job. Red made me successful. Popular. Famous.

But I don’t think it makes me happy.

For the longest time I noticed something missing. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment when. But I have been feeling like I’m in a void. A void of nothingness. Except for the red specks everywhere.

There should be more. I should be happy. But I am not.

The fan above my bed buzzes softly as it blows cool air onto my skin. They told me to get an AC. I didn’t. I like the sound of the fan. It calms me. It has been there since I moved in and it has not once failed me. I don’t see a point in getting rid of something that lacks in nothing but age. If it does its work - and that it certainly does - why replace it.

I shouldn’t be having such a personal connection to a ceiling fan.

I open my eyes. The red is gone. The blowing air causes my eyes to tear up momentarily, causing me involuntarily to look in another direction but up.

I see a white furball laying at the end of my bed. Next to me. Not quite out of reach. I could stretch my arm and feel her soft fur. But I don’t. I don’t feel like moving.

I like my job. I like what I do. I am one of the few people on this earth who were able to fulfil their dream. And I would never change this for anything. It’s just the red that bothers me.

I reach for my phone. The case. Red. Like everything else. It was the details that made me become the Idol I am today. The small parts that were red. That were sensual. That were exciting. That were loving.

People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.

The sheets under me rustle as I sit up. Marie’s tail moves over the white sheets. The white curtains - that look almost beige because of the setting sun - stop the light from travelling further into the room.

It’s 8pm. I should be heading out soon. I’m working late today. They gave me midday off. I was at the company yesterday until the middle of the night. I came back at around 3 am and today won’t be any different.

I like the late practice hours. The moments when only a few people are in the building. When it’s quiet. Almost so quiet that I miss the buzzing of my fan in my room.

They have an AC in the building. I like my fan.

I get up. My Bag with my stuff stands next to my door, seemingly waiting for me to pick it up. I’m driving to the company alone today. I’ll be meeting my manager there. She told me to be there in time. I’m already running late.

I tap my freshly manicured fingers on the steering wheel. Dark cherry red with golden accents. I like them. They're pretty, if it weren’t for the red. It isn't as bad as other reds. Not as striking as others. But red. Still. I’d love it. If it weren’t red.

The traffic light shines in a neon light inside my car. Painting everything an anxiety inducing colour.

It’s the colour I'm used to the most. The striking red that fills the stage as soon as I’m about to enter. It’s the colour I hate the most.

The red changes colour and the cars start moving again. Out of reflex I look into the rear-view mirror. Nothing suspicious yet. But they could be anywhere. The people that call themselves my fans but do nothing to make it seem like they are.

There were incidents. People had followed me. People found out where I live. People sent me packages. All kinds of packages. I don't like the packages. Not because of the striking red they are always wrapped in but because of the red inside.

I’d be alright as soon as I arrive in the parking garage under the Hybe Building. It’s only six minutes away now.

Another red light. I check the time on my phone. I am late. I had expected it and texted Taeja. She hadn’t responded but she read it. I know she did. She never really answers. She’s not a big texter.

I drive into the garage. The fluorescent light flickers for a moment before it shines on the few cars still there. I drive by Taeja’s car and park right next to the elevator. That way I don’t need to walk that much when I leave again.

A few metres away stands another car. I’ve seen it a lot. It’s always there when I come and it’s always there when I leave again. I don’t know who it belongs to.

The hallway is long and dark. I like these Hallways. No trace of colour. Just pure and grave grey or black. I enter the practice room Taeja said she’ll wait in.

The room is quiet. Taeja stands right next to the mirror that takes on almost one part of the whole wall. She types something on her phone.

The backup dancers are sitting all over the room on the floor. I have known some of them since the beginning. Many of them have changed agencies since my debut. Just a handful stayed.

I consider them my friends. Even though we never really met outside the company. I’m happy they stayed. At least that hasn’t changed.

Even though the way they view me might have changed. But that’s for my old me to worry about. Everyone changes. And so do I.

“I thought you’d be even later.” She says as she puts her phone on the small stand next to her. “Traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought.” I say, putting my bag next to the door.

“Have you eaten anything?” She always asks that. I don’t blame her. “Yeah. I had TakeOut earlier.” I answer her.

She nods satisfied and claps her hands. “Then shall we start?”

The room is dark. The only light in the room comes from my computer and the sunset lamp in the corner. My friend got it for my birthday.

He’s been in my studio more times than I can count and he’s always been complaining about it not being cozy enough.

Next to the lamp hangs a printed picture that takes over a good fourth of the wall. It’s me on stage at Coachella. I like the picture. Even though the lightsticks make me look like I'm standing on a red ocean.

I’m not surprised they gave me the red one.

I tried making my studio not so red. I think that’s why Seungkwan gave me the sunset lamp. It’s not red. It’s more like a golden orange but still fits my vibe I suppose.

I like it. The plant under the picture lets its leaves hang a little. I don’t know what to do about it. I tried everything. Even talked to it. My best friend said that might help. It didn’t.

I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for a good forty minutes now. Staring at the small symbols.

I don’t know how this works. I should get Beomju to check it over.

I close the file.

I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling. It’s coloured in orange light. The water bottle rustles slightly as I pick it up from my desk.

My phone says 2am. I lean forward and send the file to Beomju. The track is almost finished, just needs to be filed to perfection. This is for Beomju to worry about. He knows what the company likes. I don’t feel like putting up with that now. I text him that I’ve sent it to him. Close my phone and get up.

My dark red zip up sweater lays carelessly on my couch together with my bag. The rhinestones on it shine mindlessly in the orange light. I grab it and turn off the light.

The way back to the garage is quiet. I lean against the elevator wall and close my eyes for a moment. The slight rumble of the elevator keeps me from banging my head against the wall. I pull my black cap down a little.

The door opens and white fluorescent light flickers as I step out into the cold parking lot. The garage is almost empty now. Besides my own car there is only the one that's always there.

My steps are the only thing being heard in the empty garage. I open the passenger door and throw my bag onto the seat.

As I walk around it to get to the drivers side the elevator door pings open again. I look up not having expected another person to come down this late.

A guy around my height leaves the elevator. He’s wearing a cap that hides his dark, seemingly long hair, a black shirt that looks a little too big on him but at the same time too tight to conceal anything around his shoulder and chest area and black sweatpants.

He holds a grey sweatshirt in his hand together with his phone. The other one reaches to unlock his car. It’s the car in front.

My hand still lays on the door handle when he looks up. He looks at me and my heart jumps a little.

Red. Everything seems red all of a sudden. I don’t know what happend. But when he looked at me my chest turned warm. The heat creeping up my neck.

I stared. I stared goddamn much. And he noticed.

He smiles at me and bows slightly. Still with my hand on the door handle I lower my head a little. An attempt at a relaxed bow.

I’ve seen him before. Multiple times. Many times actually. Why does it feel so different now? Because I’m not on stage? Pumped with adrenaline? Because he’s not with Seungkwan? Or Minghao? Joshua? Or anyone I know?

What is happening?

I’m still staring. I turn to my car and open the door before scrambling to put my sweater on.

My face is still burning red. And I hope for everything that he doesn’t notice.

I bow one last time without looking at him and hurry to get into the driver's seat. I’m not sure if I trust myself enough to immediately leave. So I scramble to make it look like I’m busily doing something on my phone.

I connect the speakers to my phone. I type in the navigation. I type a message but am really just trying to get him to leave first.

His car lights blind me for a second and then he goes driving right by me. I see his backlight. And then he’s gone.

Everything's still red. A deep shade of red. I lean back and knot my hand through my hair.

Close my eyes. Open them again. Still red.

Damn you Woozi for making me see red.

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[avochele]

The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

headquarter.

Track #2.

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection to a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

note. guys i'm alive! i did not abandon this I promise. for some more aesthetically pleasing story you might want to check out my wattpad. i'm trying to update more regularly now but i can't promise anything. thank you always for supporting!

The room I’m in does not have a fan. Not surprising. Honestly.

I’ve been staring at Beomjus back for a good thirty minutes now. I can’t concentrate.

I couldn’t think of anything else besides yesterday night. Everytime i recall him I start seeing red specks everywhere. But this time it’s weird. They’re not overwhelming. Not too pushy.

They’re like a background noise. Always there but never too much. Never annoying. Just right. Just there.

Like people talking in a restaurante. Like my laundry machine turning. Like the sound of tires on asphalt. Barely noticeable but always aware that it’s there.

I’m warm. When thinking of him something like red heat creeps up my neck. Burning almost. But not hurting. Nor uncomfortable.

Weird. When was the last time it hasn’t made me uncomfortable? I don’t remember.

"Are you listening?“ I bite down on my thumb nail. I really should stop doing that.

"Byeol?“ How can someone be so pretty and not brag about it all the time?

"Byeol!“

"Yes?“ I look up. Beomju looks at me, his mouth forming a straight line. "Did you listen to anything I just said?“ he questions me.

I avoid eye contact, I have in fact not been listening. How could I with the red ruling over my thoughts. "Do you mind repeating?“ I ask carefully, pushing my glasses back onto my head, keeping my hair from falling into my face.

"I said we can start recording.“ He watches me as I get up grabbing the lyric sheet in front of me. "Are you okay?“ he asks as I open the door to the recording booth. "Yeah why?“ I ask him, my hand resting on the doorknob.

"You seem a little out of it. A little distracted.“ He says, leaning back in his chair. I shrug. "I’m fine.“ I say not wanting to admit that I in fact am distracted. But he doesn’t need to know why. I doubt that he believes me anyway when I say I'm not. I close the door, leaving all possible distractions on the other side.

I put the lyric sheet on the note stand and put my headphones on, readjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose.

The next two hours are filled with singing, repeating, harmonising and repeating again until Beomju decides to take a break. We‘ve been making huge progress the last few days. Besides memorising the choreography until it‘s engraved inside of me like blood running through my veins. We‘ve finished recording the majority of the album, with only three b-sides left.

At some point Seungkwan had entered the studio and made himself comfortable on Beomjus couch. He apparently was supposed to bring him some notes of a demo song for SEVENTEEN. Now he‘s lounging around like he doesn‘t have a care in the world.

I let myself fall down next to him and take a big swig out of my water bottle. "Why are you here?“ I ask him, pushing my glasses up. I didn‘t see a reason for him to still be here after he succeeded in his mission to bring the notes.

"Jihoon Hyung told me to bring the notes and bother someone else.“ I almost choke on my water at the mention of my friends bandmates name. And I thought I had successfully banished him from my thoughts for the time being.

I nod absentmindedly. Seungkwan must have noticed that I won‘t be answering anytime soon. “Do you guys want to grab dinner somewhere, after you finish recording?“ he asks, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"Sure, why not?“ I shrug, pushing my thoughts of his attractive friend to the back. But not away.

We both look expectantly at Beomju. He had his chair turned towards us, following our conversation. "I can‘t. I got some more work after this.“ He gestures to the stack of paper Seungkwan had put on his desk earlier.

"So it‘s just us?“ I ask him, taking another sip. He thinks for a moment. "Do you mind if some of my members join us? They haven‘t had dinner yet.“

I blink at him.

If Woozi‘s coming I doubt I‘ll be able to even make it to the dinner place, without crashing the car.

"Sure.“ I say trying to not mind my heart's fastened pace as I think of what he might look like from across the table, under the cozy orange light and through the steam of the sizzling hotpot.

"Cool, I‘ll ask them.“ I nod. My water bottle is empty now.

"Continue?“ I ask Beomju, who is typing away on his phone, as I try to flee my very attractive thoughts. "If you‘re done talking, sure.“ he says, putting his phone to the side.

As I note Seungkwan's disinterest in continuing the conversation, I get up with a deep breath and grab another bottle from the cooler. I make a mental note to get Beomju new water the next time I see him and close the recording booth door behind me.

Drowning the few leftover red specks, as well as Seungkwan's babbling over what to get for dinner, out.

The dinner place right next to the Han River is relatively empty. It had been pouring for an hour now and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon.

The round table we’re sitting at is filled with numerous side dishes and a steaming hot pot in the middle. We are sitting at the very back corner of the tent.

The air is slightly damp and I’m almost hundred percent sure there is a puddle forming under my feet.

To my luck Woozi had not joined us when we had left. I didn’t know whether to be happy or slightly disappointed.

"This is so good, I can’t believe we never went here.“ Seokmin says from across the table. I grin into the bowl in front of me.

"Yeah I can’t believe you never took me here.“ Seungkwan says with a mouth full of rice. I raise my eyebrows at his accusing tone. "I couldn’t stand the thought of having to see your face everytime I come here.“

Joshua lets out a loud laugh at my statement. Seungkwan scowls at him.

"Here, stop pouting.“ I say, passing him a spoon full of rice, pork and kimchi. He eats it reluctantly.

Behind Dokyeom and Chan, two girls started whispering to each other looking in our direction. Instinctively I pull my baseball cap a bit more into my face.

I normally don’t mind meeting fans randomly, but it’s different when I’m out with other Idols. The rumours seem to write themselves.

I take a closer look at them, trying to make it not too obvious. They seem to be in middle school. I look at my phone. The time reads 10:46pm. What are middle schoolers doing at this time still out?

I don’t think they’ll do anything out of the ordinary, but I still couldn’t stop myself from looking over to them from time to time. They must have seen us leaving the car and followed us here.

Joshua next to me must have noticed them too as he moves a little closer to Chan and away from me.

There is no doubt they don’t know who we are. The only thing we can do now is to try to avoid starting rumours. Damage control, Taeja would call it.

The plates have been emptied by now and everyone is just talking away. I catch a few crumbs about the comeback, music shows and toothpaste?

As the night went on the restaurant tent emptied more and more until the only people left were the middle school girls, a group of middle aged men and us.

I wondered if the girls left if we did. I don’t want them to sit alone at this time with the men. Even though they probably followed us here.

"I think we should go, it’s kinda late. I promised my manager to sleep early today.“ I say, looking at the boys. "Since when do you listen to her?“ Seungkwan asks, confused as to why I want to leave so suddenly.

"Since now.“

The girls had left short after us. I saw them leave the tent from our parking spot. I felt relieved seeing them walk towards the train station. If for our safety or theirs I’m not sure. I just hope they didn’t get into too much trouble for coming home late.

The hallway to my apartment is quiet. I look at my phone as I round the corner. Seungkwan had sent me a picture of him and the guys. They got some takeout at the restaurant for the members that stayed at the company.

I suppose my secret place isn‘t so secret anymore. But that‘s okay. I don‘t eat there that often anyway. Makes it more special. Might be nice going there with other people for once.

I pull at my shirt. It sticks to my body. We got wet when walking back to my car. My straightened hair had surrendered to the curls now flowing down my back. I’m cold. Even though the hallway is warm I feel a chill clinging to my back. Crawling up my neck, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

I narrow my eyebrows at the sight in front of me. There‘s a little elephant plushie leaning against my door. I crouch down in front of it, turning it around in my hands. "What are you doing here?“ I ask quietly.

Subconsciously I turn to look at the apartment door at the end of the hallway. A family of four lives there. He is a doctor and she a lawyer. They have twins. A girl and a boy. Maybe it belongs to them?

I decide it‘s too late now to ask them as I check the time on my phone. 1:37am. I get up.

From the corner of my eye I notice movement. My head snaps around. The hallway ends in that direction. There's a big picture on the wall. The green and gold specks makes it look harder to make as it probably was. It‘s the first thing you see when you leave the elevator. Next to it is a plant. But other than that nothing.

Must have been the fatigue.

Still with my phone and the blue elephant in my hand I punch in the code to my apartment and go inside. The door closes with a short melody as I take my shoes off.

I place the elephant on the table in my living room. I make a mental note to return it tomorrow. I‘m sure they miss it already.

As I get into bed I feel like something's off. Like I missed something. As if the chill is sitting in a corner waiting for an opportunity.

And all of a sudden the red is back. Drowning my vision and making my heart beat all the faster. I try to distract myself.

Turning on my music. Answering messages. Looking through the pictures we took earlier. Nothing changed.

Realising I won‘t reach the quiet I‘d like to reach in my head. I place my phone on the nightstand, putting on a different playlist.

The red never leaving my mind. My heart beats faster. Sleep comes hard that night.

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This work will be simultaneo publsihed on my Wattpad [click here].

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All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a story review.

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